"I can help you by guiding you to acquire a Divine Artifact that's most suitable for you, and help you complete this trial." Barlobas took a deep breath, prioritizing business over personal feelings, which he could suppress temporarily.
Sanni immediately questioned: "The most suitable for me? Do you know me that well? Will you know me better than I know myself? Whether it's suitable for me or not, I have the final say; you seem quite old enough, but why are your words so careless?"
Barlobas was already on the edge of exploding, and Sanni continued to intensify his provocations. Suddenly, he looked at him cautiously and asked, "You aren't talking about that chicken costume you just used, are you? I must tell you that it really doesn't suit me at all, as I don't have your kind of fetish..."
"Shut the hell up!" Barlobas yelled, lunging forward, his forehead pressed against Sanni's, his eyes fierce. "Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!"
